The redheads, the red breasts, are back sitting on rocks in the front garden . she, wearing brown, is warming on the small round white rocks. riverbed eggs.

a year ago the widows were made. today one is getting a housemate. next door is moving to a single apartment.

I couldn’t always hear her clearly .. she spoke with purpose –I never always understood the intent, the sounds they make ..

say the words your first thought as you thought them, then rearrange them .. The principle of take the photograph you see when you first see it before taking the better one ..